"Yes! We're in the same class, Éclair!"
The boy exclaimed excitedly.
It was the start of the school week in a certain high school...
"(Sigh)Of course we are," she replied.
Éclair Farron was pulling away from the bulletin crowd and already had the attention of a number of boys. She had her hair in a ponytail and hand-carried her bag just over her shoulder.
Trevor stood a few inches taller than her and could see the throngs of students coming and going at a snail speed.
"Let's move faster, I want a seat by the window," Éclair said.
As they managed past the stairs, there was more room without squeezing, though not without a commotion. A group of students led by a girl eased through awes and stares as they made their way through the cleared stairway effortlessly.
"Hey," Éclair pointed out to Trevor. "There goes the student council president - the belle of the school."
"Actually," Trevor replied. "I know someone who is prettier."
"Really? I thought she'd might be your type," Éclair teased.
The class was fairly noisy as they settled down. The window view overlooked the track field where some of the athletic club members were gathered.
"Oh, I forgot! it's our last year as seniors so everyone's practically in the same class," Trevor said looking around. He laughed, "If I'd remembered this then I wouldn't have been worried about ending up in another class without you."
Éclair turned away from the window. "Mm? Why would you be worried? You're a big boy now! And by the way who was it that you mentioned earlier - about someone prettier than Ashley? I don't see anyone around like that."
Trevor raised a brow cheekily.
"Well, she's smart, she's cute and good at most subjects...though pretty bad at social skills. And~she's in our class!"
Her eyes widened.
"She is? Hmm," Éclair pondered, as she looked around the class.
"It actually isn't hard to see that," he continued. "Many boys think she's attractive and oh, she wears a ponytail too!"
Éclair looked closely at him.
"..."
"You look like you may already have an answer! " Trevor pressed on. "Give it a shot, you'd most likely be right!"
Éclair bit on her lower lip and turned her head outside, against the subtle breeze.
"No, I might be wrong," she said.